Nymphetamine declares that he is fine, despite his crazy behavior. Siberian is doubtful, but after a moment shrugs his furry shoulders and shifts back to his horse form, brown fur darkening and shortening on its way back to being an equine coat. The Budyonny listens, head tilted, to the necromancer's unhappy venting, and isn't sure at first what the blood bay is talking about. Who, rather, since he mentions a "she". The young stallion is confused at first, but soon recalls how the other male had had an argument with the blue mare, Kimber, back during the war. When Rapscallion had come, a would-be kidnapper and harmer of children. He snorts at the memory of the Gates "envoy", still unsettled over what had happened to poor Vaughn. Siberian had learned all he needed to know about the Gates kingdom that day. The very fact that they had numbered among their ranks a horse capable of such acts spoke volumes to the bear-shifter. But, back to the matter at hand, trying to help Nymph sort his emotional state out.
Despite having zero experience at playing counselor, Siberian would give it his best shot. They were kingdom-mates after all; potentially even friends. The black stallion moves closer to the necromancer, pausing for a lengthy moment before touching his nose to Nymph's shoulder in a gesture of comfort. The "she" that had been referred to, could only be Kimber, judging by how upset the blood bay had been to discover that one or both of her children were revealed to be his as well. Not being a father himself, Siberian couldn't hazard a guess how he would react to the news of children he'd never met before, can't judge Nymph's reaction by any yardstick of measurement. He can't blame him for reacting poorly though; a discovery like that would shock anyone at the best of times, never mind it happening in the middle of a literal war-zone. "Maybe she had planned to, but the war interrupted her chance to do so privately? ", he ventures uncertainly.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna